McGonagall is telling the truth. He is not willing to attribute all of this to himself. He just got a recipe optimized by countless predecessors and enough hard work and practice.

But listening to Garland and Mylo, these words forced him to rise several levels.

On the surface, McGonagall seems modest, but from another perspective, he feels like he is mocking the chefs who don't know what to do.

Garland glanced at Milo, wondering what he thought of this passage from the perspective of an old puff pastry.

Milo raised his eyebrows twice, expressing that this pretense was in place and would certainly be able to provoke the anger of those chefs who thought highly of themselves, thus further enhancing the discussion of the magazine.

"I tasted the Buddha jumping wall you cooked yesterday, the ultimate deliciousness is unforgettable, and it made my head bald for more than ten years grow hair again. May I ask how did you create such a delicious, but also Is there a magical food that regenerates hair? You know that many of these seafood are difficult to obtain in the city of chaos." Garland then asked a question he was very curious about.

McGonagall glanced at Garan's head. The bare head was like a forest after the rain, and it had grown some fine fluff. Judging from experience, he nodded slightly: "You need to eat two more. The course of treatment, while paying attention to rest, let it grow up well."

"Okay." Garland nodded quickly, following the doctor's advice.

McGonagall and Garland glanced at each other, and suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

"Sorry, occupational disease." McGonagall touched his nose slightly awkwardly.

"You are a real good doctor." Garland said seriously.

"As a chef, making delicious food is the most basic pursuit, and after the deliciousness is achieved, what other functions will appear. This is not what I can control." McGonagall shook his head, "So, Buddha jumped the wall. The ability to treat baldness was not known when I researched this dish, but the characteristics that were excavated by the guests after this dish was launched are unexpected surprises."

Garland thought about it, "This may be a reward for delicious food."

"It's interesting to explain the direction." McGonagall also smiled.

The interview was conducted in a relaxed atmosphere, and Garland's choice of questions would not be too tricky. McGonagall basically knew nothing, making the work of both parties much easier.

About an hour later, Garland looked at McGonagall and thanked: "Thank you very much for being able to accept our interview and let us understand the story behind so many foods. I believe there will be more people watching this interview. Fall in love with Mai Mi Restaurant and become your fan."

"You're welcome." McGonagall smiled. He actually likes the feeling of sharing successful experiences. It feels like... pretending?

Oh, this statement is too tacky, it should be sharing happiness.

All questions should be asked. Garland, who should not ask, did not mention a sensible sentence. As a food magazine editor, he still has his own views on the chef.

"When will this article come out?" McGonagall asked curiously.

"The new magazine will publish this article at the end of the month." Garland replied with a smile.

In fact, the content of the new issue has been finalized, and it has even been handed over to the printing workshop.

However, Garland changed his mind after this interview. He planned to add the new manuscript written by Milo and this exclusive interview to this new issue, making it the main theme.

In the past few months, eating whole food is not too good under the influence of carnivism and vegetarianism. This will be a turnaround for victory.

McGonagall nodded, and then said, "Does your magazine have a column to teach people to cook?"

"Ok?"

Garland and Milo looked at McGonagall with some doubt.

"It's just a column for making food tutorials." McGonagall explained.

Garland understood it and shook his head. "No, you should know. Recipes are the most important thing for chefs. They are not easily shared with others, let alone published in magazines with a lot of circulation."

McGonagall nodded slightly. From the chef's perspective, this idea is not difficult to understand.

However, it is precisely because of this inherent closed mind that it has led to the slow pace of new food innovation, and the overall food hierarchy has stagnated.

"I want to open a food tutorial column in You Eat Whole Foods," McGonagall looked at Garland seriously.

"Huh?" Garland froze for a moment, and immediately showed a ecstasy, even the voice shivered a little: "You... You mean you want to open a food tutorial column in our full food, special for Do you teach food?"

Milo also looked at McGonagall with a surprised face, some could not believe his ears.

"Yes." McGonagall nodded, "I will publish an easy-to-learn home-made recipe every period, so that readers can learn the kind based on the article."

Galan quickly calculated in his mind the benefits it would bring to the whole food. With the current reputation of the Mai Mi restaurant, if it can win the exclusive tutorial column, then the whole food will become the overlord of the entire food magazine industry and will be vegetarian And carnivism was completely crushed.

"If Mr. McGonagall has such an idea, Shiquan Shimei will fully cooperate with and support the opening of your column, and will pay you generous remuneration." Garland solemnly looked at McGon said.

McGonagall said quite bluntly: "Then let's talk about the specific cooperation rules. Don't worry about the development of the column. Wait until your new issue is released this month. Look at the market feedback and decide when to go to the gourmet course. Then you can A preview in this month’s new issue may be able to achieve better results."

"Your proposal is very good, we will implement it." Garland took out the small notebook and pulled the expected value is their usual method, but it is the first time to make a notice, but it sounds very feasible.

About the food tutorial, McGonagall talked for another half an hour, and basically finalized all the details of the cooperation.

"Mr. McGonagall, are you really reluctant to sign an exclusive licensing agreement with us? We will give you the best generous remuneration and the greatest efforts to promote, to ensure that your reputation and benefits are maximized." Galan is looking forward to Looked at McGonagall.

"Exclusive means monopoly, my ideal is to let the world have no difficult dishes, rather than earn a little remuneration." McGonagall shook his head with a smile.

"Okay, we respect your wishes." Garland nodded. Although regretted, he didn't struggle.

"Boss Mai, if you have any difficulties in creating, you can write to me. Although I dare not be an expert in this respect, I have written an old pen for more than ten years." Milo said with a smile.

"Okay." McGonagall nodded with a smile, but secretly slandered: to write a manuscript, you are still a younger brother.